Mount Er. The Burong family.
In a spacious room in the castle.
Rudolph's brows wrinkled as he read the letter: "This damned old fox. How come he relies on textile business? He has received so many orders." He looked up at the butler who was standing next to him:" Investigate everything. Have you checked how many factories do they possess?"
The middle-aged butler respectfully said: "Only one. The Old Fulin has transformed the fruit packaging workshop into a medium-sized textile factory."
"It would be very difficult to meet the ends with this factory alone. It is certain that there are secret factories somewhere else." Rudolph continued: "Immediately, send out people to investigate. His bones are tough even though he is old. He won't do stupid things because he is old. If he dares to take so many orders, then there should be hidden factories where he can produce the textiles."
The butler nodded: "I will send people to check them thoroughly."
